we’ve always loved westerns here at Woollymammothsound, even if it is the more obscure ones. Ennio Morricone is the obvious reference, so here is a short mix of others homages to the Morricone sound. we can see the tumbleweeds, we saw them on the beach today.

after a crazy bush walk with good friend Sir Robbo and my son, down to Bulgo, discovering almost what seemed to be another world, a world with off the grid shacks, beach communities, and Wickerman style offerings on the beach, and probably due to digging through Sir Robbo’s rather amazing records, this mix was created for the folks over at Delarge, it kinda started something for me, it was Easter 2008…. my search was on from here, to source old psych gems, and mix them with stuff like this.

In the land of Oz, where this humble studio sits, we have undergone an election. now we don’t usually do politics here, and we promise we won’t. all I will say is our population is largely blind, happy to absorb Murdock press, the art of thinking for yourself a rare skill, it’s a sad day when a so called Christian, who is also sexist, racist, homophobic and just a general bigot becomes your prime minister. we read the feeds every couple of hours, knowing social change has not yet come, neut picked some bonkers tunes to while away the hours, music to vent, crazy music, sounds to blast from the car stereo, a snapshot of frustration. it’s hard to accept a pm who is out of touch with modern marriage, women’s choices, basic refugee rights and climate change. this is just a collection of tracks we think are bonkers, which is a positive thing, unlike our bonkers election outcome.

life brings frustrations, but life also brings happy accidents, coincidences that make us smile, that inspire us. we, not unlike everyone else, need to purge these frustrations, we choose music. Mr Jones often punishes our ears with his recommendations, but Dead Fader sparked a distant memory of dark and dirty sounds blasting from some accommodating warehouse, and the energy this meant in our youth. one night in the studio, vinyl, digital, some pent up aggressions, and a blank canvas, Mata Gente struggle to polish their debut ep, so decide to deliver some caustic electronics. blurry eyed Sunday morning conference finalising the artwork Made By Jones. art feeds from itself, we know that, we like that.